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The character is an OC named Cherry Bubblebelle Delphinium. She's my own take on a Fusion of Princess Bubblegum (from Adventure Time) x Sakura (from Naruto)​

"You will play as Yuki, a sweet-faced boy who, for certain reasons, has to attend an all-girls school—without letting anyone find out that he’s actually a boy! "“How long can he hide his true self?”​

Q. What this game about? Is it femboy or futanari?
A. This game is not a femboy or futanari-themed game. It is simply a standard boy-meets-girls school romance game.

Q. Does this game have Ntr or male to male?
A. The protagonist is not attracted to men in any way. There will be no NTR content and no male–male romance. However, female–female relationships may appear...

Jen shows up to this crazy nice apartment with that "I totally can afford this" energy, but you can see in her face she probably checked her banking app twice before ringing the bell. Place is owned by Paula, one of those older blondes who walks like the whole room already belongs to her and she just lets you exist in it for fun. High heels, tight top, those heavy tits that look like they could smother a religion, that kind of vibe. At first it feels like a normal viewing: kitchen, couch, some small talk about work and hobbies, all that polite bullshit. But the camera keeps sitting just a little too low, following her hips, focusing on Jen’s lips when she talks, and you know the whole "rent talk" is heading in a very horny direction. There is this slow tension, like both of them are pretending to talk about square meters and deposits, but they are actually checking each other out and mentally undressing each other step by step.

What I like is that Jen is not some dumb bimbo, she is nervous, yeah, but she pushes back, flirts back, makes jokes, looks away when Paula gets too close, then looks back again like she is trying to decide if she wants to be the good girl or the very bad tenant. You can tell she is into women already, but the game plays it like she is not used to someone like Paula. When Paula leans over to "show the balcony view", her blouse opens just enough and the camera just stays there, tracking the curve of her huge boobs. You hear small little breaths, soft cloth sounds, not just generic porn moans. When things finally break, there is this nice slow build: gentle touches on the arm, hands brushing when they grab the same key, one slightly too long hug when Jen thanks her for "considering a special deal". And then, boom, clothes start coming off and suddenly you see Paula is packing more than just rent demands. Futa reveal is clean, not some shock gag, more like "oh, that explains the confidence".

Sex scenes go hard but still look kind of romantic. Paula takes the lead at first, pushing Jen onto the couch, grinding between those pale thighs, fucking her deep while still kissing her like they are already lovers, not just strangers negotiating rent with body instead of money. There is a lot of focus on tits, on hips, on how Jen’s whole body reacts when she gets railed, and the sounds are actually synced instead of random groaning, which is rare as hell in these games. I also like that they let Jen switch from shy to needy, grabbing Paula, riding her, using that thick cock like she’s trying to earn a lifetime discount. Apartment itself becomes part of the scene: table edges, sofa back, wall mirror that shows Paula pounding her from behind while Jen’s big breasts smack against the glass. It’s short, yeah, and it pretends to be a "visual novel" but you barely have any choices and I kinda hate that, but then Paula is kissing Jen’s neck while sliding inside her again and my brain just turns into white noise. There is this small moment after they cum, where Jen looks totally ruined and happy, lying half on the couch, half on Paula’s chest, and you can almost hear her thinking, "yeah, I’m definitely not paying full rent for this place."

You wake up on this flying steel hotel called HMS Yuritopia, officially as “new fighter pilot”, unofficially as “dude dropped into a horny anime base”. The whole thing has this weird mood where half your brain is going “ok, we have mission briefings and air combat to worry about” and the other half is looking at the Seraph Squadron girls in their tight uniforms and thinking about literally anything except safety protocols. It starts pretty tame, just chatter in the hangar, some teasing, a bit of MC awkwardness, you picking dialogue options and trying not to sound like a complete idiot. Then very quietly the game puts your dick on a rails and goes, yeah, this is about sex, romance, and also jets, try to keep up.

What I like is how it doesn’t shove you straight into porn from line one. You flirt, you pick sides, you piss someone off by choosing the “cool” answer that actually lands as cringe, and the game remembers it. One scene you’re in the cockpit, comms crackling, adrenaline going nuts while you chase bogeys over some nameless ocean, and then later you’re in the locker room with one of the girls, the air still buzzing from the mission, her boots half unlaced, her flight suit hanging loose from her waist. She lifts her foot onto the bench, starts smirking down at you, and suddenly you’re on your knees, cheek pressed to her thigh, tasting sweat and soap while she rubs her toes along your lips like she owns your mouth. She doesn’t even need to say “good dog”, you feel it. The game loves that kind of power imbalance, like constant little reminders that yeah, you’re the pilot, but they’re the real aces here, especially when it comes to your body.

At some point you end up in this semi-private observation deck, glass all around, stars and clouds outside, and one of them decides to use you as her stress relief. She sits on your face while the ship hums around you, legs clamped tight, voice dripping trash talk. She calls you pathetic in one line and then fingers your hair in the next, sighs like she’s actually proud you know how to use your tongue. You can feel her heels against your back, pressing, like she’s pinning you there so you don’t even think about breathing before she’s finished. Later, another route, you’re in her cabin, lights low, she makes you sit on the floor between her knees while she lazily strokes you with one hand and pats your head with the other, talking in that soft pilot briefing tone about how “a good subordinate obeys every order”. The handjob is slow and almost painfully controlled, she stops right before you cum just to tilt your chin up with her toes and ask if you deserve it. That’s the kind of mean that sticks in your brain. And then somewhere else, way less dramatic, you’re just in the mess hall, talking shit about loadouts and missions, and two girls are basically flirting with each other over your plate like you’re just background furniture, brushing each other’s fingers, trading little looks, and it’s somehow hotter than the obvious blowjob scene that comes later in the corridors when one of them drags you behind a bulkhead, drops to her knees, and uses you to wipe that smug smile off your face, except it doesn’t work because now you’re the one whimpering against the wall, trying not to make noise while she dribbles spit down your shaft and laughs quietly every time your hips jerk. The whole thing feels like romantic drama and horny barracks gossip got locked together in a cabin, and you’re the idiot who knocked on the door at the worst possible moment.

Three minutes in and you already know this thing is not trying to be “sexy comfort food”. It feels more like someone smashed a horny visual novel into a moody dark fantasy RPG and then said, yeah, let the angels cum and cry at the same time. The setup is weird in a good way: you are this male celestial warrior who screwed up his place in the heavenly order and now walks around in mortal skin, stuck between factions who all lied to you at some point. Every choice you make pulls you deeper into this mess of vampires, demons and those three strange kids who clearly are not just “kids”. You look at them and you feel this heavy, wrong power humming under the skin, like something old trying to wake up and fuck the world over. Then the game looks you in the eye and asks: you gonna protect them, use them or break them a little at a time?

What really hits different is how scenes shift between points of view without warning. One moment you are the exiled angel, trying to keep your halo from rusting while a demoness grinds on your lap and whispers about “freedom” in your ear. Next moment you are that same demon, watching him from the corner, judging him, wanting him, wanting to corrupt those kids he cares about just to see his face when they fall. The multi‑POV stuff is messy but in a way that feels like an actual adult brain, full of lust and guilt and bad ideas. You get voyeur scenes where your character is literally watching through a mirror while a vampire feeds and fucks in the same motion, blood mixing with spit, and you have dialog options like “walk away” or “stay and let it change you”. Not a hint, not a fade to black, the game just lingers on it. Then later that same vampire might kneel in front of you, red eyes soft, asking for forgiveness while you decide if you give mercy, a hard dick or both. It pretends to care about morality but honestly it cares more about what breaks you first: your ideals or your underwear.

The corruption angle is where it goes nuts. You feel your angelic side rotting, bit by bit. You flirt with demons, you taste vampire blood from a lover’s tongue, you let an inhuman girl ride you while her wings sc*** the wall and her fingers dig into your chest like she wants to pull out that holy heart. And the story actually remembers. Some routes will twist the kids into little monsters, half angel half demon, staring at you with eyes that know too much, asking you why you touched them the way you did, why you taught them freedom means ignoring every rule heaven ever spat at you. Other times you can keep them “pure”, which honestly feels more fucked up, because the world around them is drowning in lust, and the game keeps throwing you scenes where you sneak away to fuck a demon in an alley while they sleep in the next room. The mood stays dark, like corrupted church art, but it still gets shamelessly horny. You are in a ruined chapel, candles, old symbols, your back slammed against the altar while a fallen angel wraps her thighs around your waist, halo cracked and hanging in her hair. She tells you she was made to serve the divine, then begs you to fill her with anything but holy light. Somewhere outside, monsters scream, realms tremble, fate hangs in the balance or whatever, and you just keep going, because right there, body on body, is the only kind of “free will” that actually feels real.

You walk into this “prestigious” academy with a fake title, a fat paycheck and absolutely no idea how hard this place is going to get under your skin. Officially you’re a special mentor, all clean and noble, helping college kids with their confidence, romance, ambition, future careers, bla bla. Unofficially you’re the quiet spider in the corner, plugged into this creepy Glass Garden Program that tracks every blush, every horny thought, every desperate moan and uses it to shape the students’ futures like they’re lab rats. It looks like a normal school drama at first, teachers, clubs, dorm corridors, horny gossip, typical harem setup. Then suddenly you’re watching the emotional graphs of a girl you just made cry on purpose, and the program is telling you her “corruption index” increased and her “dependence on mentor” is trending up. You click continue anyway. That’s when the game really starts.

What sold me is how casual the filth slides in. One moment you’re in a guidance session, asking some shy girl why she keeps avoiding eye contact in class. Next scene she’s in your office late, lights low, that slow 3D animation of her crossing her legs on your desk. You choose a soft line, and she relaxes. You choose the wrong one just to see what happens, and the game quietly tags her as easier to manipulate later. The choices aren’t just “good” vs “evil”. They’re “make her trust you so she’ll break herself for you in three scenes” or “push too hard now and she’ll snap and lock you out of her route”. There’s this one fantasy scene where the Glass Garden simulates her ideal future, and you walk through it with her like some twisted god, then later you use that info to press her buttons in the real academy corridor. It’s hot and fucked up at same time. I hated how good that felt. Also, one of the animations with the office couch loops for half a second weirdly in the background and it annoyed me so much I replayed it like five times just to check I wasn’t crazy, and then got distracted by her tits again, so never mind.

The multiple endings thing isn’t just there on paper. You can push a girl into full-on worship mode, part of your harem, smiling while she sells her own dignity for your approval, or you can break her so hard she cuts you off and the Glass Garden starts feeding her to someone else. Sometimes the program “advises” you, like a pop-up saying this choice will increase career success but lower romantic satisfaction, which feels almost corporate, like HR for horny souls. I sometimes ignored it just to see the mess. Corruption here isn’t just “she wears less clothes now”. It’s her going from normal campus life to scheduling her whole day around your messages, ditching friends, lying to teachers, agreeing to fucked up “confidence exercises” like practicing dirty talk in an empty classroom while the system records every word. The 3D animations go hard when you finally cash in all that tension: bending a student over a desk where you had a perfectly innocent counseling talk three in-game days before, or fucking in the garden at night while security cameras are quietly turned off by the same system that’s logging her heartbeat. Sometimes the MC feels like pure predator, sometimes like the next victim of something much larger, especially when the board starts using your own data on you. It’s not “nice” content, but it’s honest about being adult, and when that harem of broken, happy, corrupted students stands around you like you’re their sun, you almost forget who is using who in this whole fucked up academy experiment.

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